Capstone Evidence Word-Bank. Beside the pool [Jack s] sinewy body held up a mask that drew their eyes and appalled them.

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1 Capstone Evidence Word-Bank Lord of the Flies by William Golding Beginning of Savagery: Beside the pool [Jack s] sinewy body held up a mask that drew their eyes and appalled them. He began to dance and his laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling. He capered toward Bill, and the mask was a thing on its own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and selfconsciousness (63-64). [Jack] tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up. I went on. I thought, by myself ' The madness came into his eyes again. I thought I might kill (51) [Jack s] mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink (70). When pretending that Robert was a pig: All at once, Robert was screaming and struggling with the strength of frenzy. Jack had him by the hair and was brandishing his knife. Behind him was Roger, fighting to get close. The chant rose ritually, as at the last moment of a dance or a hunt. Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in! Ralph too was fighting to get near, to get a handful of that brown, vulnerable flesh. The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering (114-15). Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight. The spear moved forward inch by inch and the terrified squealing became a high-pitched scream. Then Jack found the throat and

2 the hot blood spouted over his hands. The sow collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her (135). On Jack s side of the beach before killing Simon: While Roger mimed the terror of the pig, the littluns ran and jumped on the outside of the circle. Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable (151-52). Killing of Simon: The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowd surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore. There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws (153). The attack by Jack to steal the glasses: Then there was a vicious snarling in the mouth of the shelter and the plunge and thump of living things. Someone tripped over Ralph and Piggy s corner became a complication of snarls and crashes and flying limbs. Ralph hit out; then he and what seemed like a dozen others were rolling over and over, hitting, biting, scratching (167). Ralph fight back against attack above: He was torn and jolted, found fingers in his mouth and bit them. A fist withdrew and came back like a piston, so that the whole shelter exploded into light. Ralph twisted sideways on top of a writhing body and felt hot breath on his cheek. He began to pound the mouth below him, using

3 his clenched fist as a hammer; he hit with more and more passionate hysteria as the face became slippery (167). Just before piggy is killed: Ralph shouted against the noise. Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up? Now Jack was yelling too and Ralph could no longer make himself heard. Jack had backed right against the tribe and they were a solid mass of menace that bristled with spears (180). Ralph stood facing them, a little to one side, his spear ready. By him stood Piggy still holding out the talisman, the fragile, shining beauty of the shell. The storm of sound beat at them, an incantation of hatred. High overhead, Roger, with a sense of delirious abandonment, leaned all his weight on the lever (180). After killing piggy: Suddenly Jack bounded out from the tribe and began screaming wildly. See? See? That s what you ll get! I meant that! There isn t a tribe for you anymore! The conch is gone. He ran forward, stooping. I m chief! Viciously, with full intention, he hurled his spear at Ralph. The point tore the skin and flesh over Ralph s ribs, then sheared off and fell in the water (181). [Ralph] argued unconvincingly that they would let him alone, perhaps even make an outlaw of him. But then the fatal unreasoning knowledge came to him again. The breaking of the conch and the deaths of Piggy and Simon lay over the island like a vapor. These painted savages would go further and further. Then there was that indefinable connection between himself and Jack; who therefore would never let him alone; never (184).

4 [Ralph] knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human, and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on (185-86). Ralph fighting for survival: A smallish savage was standing between him and the rest of the forest, a savage striped red and white, and carrying a spear. He was coughing and smearing the paint about his eyes with the back of his hand as he tried to see through the increasing smoke. Ralph launched himself like a cat; stabbed, snarling, with the spear, and the savage doubled up (195). Trying to kill Ralph: Now the fire was nearer; those volleying shots were great limbs, trunks even, bursting. The fools! The fools! The fire must be almost at the fruit trees what would they eat tomorrow? (198). The savage peered into the obscurity beneath the thicket. You could tell that he saw light on this side and on that, but not in the middle there. In the middle was a blob of dark and the savage wrinkled up his face, trying to decipher the darkness (199). Ralph screamed, a scream of fright and anger and desperation. His legs straightened, the screams became continuous and foaming. He shot forward, burst the thicket, was in the open, screaming, snarling, bloody. He swung the stake and the savage tumbled over; but there were others coming toward him, crying out (199). They were all running, all crying out madly. He could hear them crashing in the undergrowth and on the left was the hot, bright thunder of the fire. He forgot his wounds, his hunger and

5 thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest toward the open beach ( ). Ralph after being rescued / saved: The tears began to flow and sobs shook him. He gave himself up to them now for the first time on the island; great, shuddering spasms of grief that seemed to wrench his whole body. [ ] And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy (202).

6 The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare Lady Macbeth expresses her need to act like a typical man: Come, you spirits / That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, / And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full / Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. / Stop up the access and passage to remorse (I. v ). Come to my woman s breasts, / And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, / Wherever in your sightless substances / You wait on nature s mischief. Come, thick night, / And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, / That my keen knife see not the wound it makes (I. v ). Lady Macbeth Trying to get her husband to kill Duncan: Look like th' innocent flower, / But be the serpent under t. He that s coming / Must be provided for; and you shall put / This night s great business into my dispatch, / [ ] Only look up clear. / To alter favor ever is to fear. / Leave all the rest to me (I. v , 63-65). From this time / Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard / To be the same in thine own act and valor / As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that / Which thou esteem st the ornament of life, / And live a coward in thine own esteem, / Letting I dare not wait upon I would, / Like the poor cat i' th' adage? (I. vii ). What beast was t, then, / That made you break this enterprise to me? / When you durst do it, then you were a man; / And to be more than what you were, you would / Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place / Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. / They have made themselves, and that their fitness now / Does unmake you (I. vii ).

7 I have given suck, and know / How tender tis to love the babe that milks me. / I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums / And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you / Have done to this (I. vii ). We fail? / But screw your courage to the sticking-place, / And we ll not fail (I. vii ). Leading her husband to respond with Bring forth men-children only, / For thy undaunted mettle should compose / Nothing but males (I. vii ). The killing of Duncan: Infirm of purpose! / Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead / Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood / That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, / I ll gild the faces of the grooms withal, / For it must seem their guilt (II. ii ). My hands are of your color, but I shame / To wear a heart so white (II. Ii ). Lady talking to her husband after Duncan s death: Naught s had, all s spent, / Where our desire is got without content. / 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy / Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy (III. ii. 6-9). Oh, these flaws and starts, / Impostors to true fear, would well become / A woman s story at a winter s fire, / Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! / Why do you make such faces? When all s done, / You look but on a stool (III. iv ).

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